Somehow, he doesn't flinch. What did he expect? What did he want? Yes, I still trust you. Yes, I still love you. No matter what you did. Yes, that was exactly what he'd wanted. That or I hate you, you piece of shit, you trash, worthless traitor. That would have been fine, too.

"My mere presence keeps you from being able to heal, doesn't it?" he asks distantly. He smiles down at his feet. "So it's an impossible question you asked. You never would have wanted me."